Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused,

must’ve been a brain fart. Got

speechless, […]

this and nobody knew

for a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him,

“The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was

pages with a

couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college

down on her efforts.

her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to rest to regain energy,” Lorna advised

good

setting her alarm when a new message popped up on her phone,

why are you asking about this Everard guy?]

rarely held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the

quickly, No way. Is he in Greenmeadow?]

replied, [Yes, do you know

ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in real life.

keeping her distance? They hadn’t even been in

stay away from him,

was waxing poetic about love, just as

decide, Louie replied,

her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do you

Louie went silent.

for another ten minutes, but still

know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and we can

He

might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said

single word –

into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the

the screen, recognizing Everard’s number. What could

she answered, and a familiar voice, more velvety than she remembered, greeted

in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally

sleep,” he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the